Please, go there and observe his misspelled, arrogant attempts at sublety. He needs the pagehits.

(Oh, why is he yellow? Observe the comment about deleting my comment, "because fuck him". When I asked him to come here and try to imitate a human being for a discussion, he refused, saying "I can't control the environment there" Translation: "I can't delete the comments that ask me serious questions, nor respond by using profanities and insults").

(Why brown? That's the color of his nose from keeping it buried in Pargin and Leighty's asses).

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Dunno if it's ban worthy, but this guy http://www.cracked.com/members/CorpusDelicti/ is OnoSendai, the guy who's running that blog that he thinks is actually hurting Cracked. He's on John's article today advertising his site.

Cheese's article again, this time responding to another commenter who said he was glad to see Cheese back:

Here's his crappy "Cracked parody" blog to confirm that it's called Crocked and he's not just having bizarrely specific typo problems.

There were also several posts on his "We're so big and important and Cracked will fall to our might" blog bragging about how he's using a TOR browser to get around the IP ban and encouraging others to do likewise, but I've no desire to give the asshole more traffic by digging them out again, and they don't specifically mention this account.

Logged

If you can read this, you have to call the police. We were at a meeting with Wong and he won't let us leave. He's keeping us in a cage made of his toenail clippings and only lets us out to mod the workshop. Most of the others are already dead. Tell them to bring armed backup, he has a shitload of military grade weaponry under his desk. Oh god he's coming ba

This is where it's helpful to have one button that deletes all of a user's comments in one shot.

That guy is either 13 or somewhat mentally unstable (he's posted elsewhere that he's going to contact Anonymous to come after us, and that he has personally contacted the shareholders of Demand over the fact that he wasn't allowed to keep screaming insults in our comment section). I guess it's not his fault in either case...

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

An alternative comedy website that actually likes and respects its readers! How revolutionary!

Comments are completely unmoderated, you just have to sign in with a Google account or LiveID, because the last thing any website needs is little, cowardly anonymous trolls from a larger comedy website that is scared of us posting nasty little BLAARRGHs, hehe...

Writers are encouraged, nay, forced at gunpoint, to write for us on any subject YOU choose, (we've found that the whole "at gunpoint" thing really gets the creative juices flowing). You can also make MONEY doing it. (If we ever make any).

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

"There comes a time when you must choose between what is easy and what is right."

Time to drop the bomb. Demand Media is the group behind Cracked. They haven't been happy for awhile about our resident drunk, and Pargin has made every effort to squash this whole incident involving his embarrassing best bud, just to make sure that they don't find out about his latest, (in a long line), of fuckups.

Guess what? They are about to find out. Money talks and drunks and sycophants walk.

Cracked has been sending it's intellectual giants over here to try to distract me or debate me to death or whatever scared fools do, but guess what? I didn't start this blog as a debate forum, nor as a rage page, I started this to expose a wrong. That simple. I'm bringing something the internet isn't used to and hates. Honesty. Because, I have all that I want and nothing to lose. I have a house, money in the bank and many successful books published and I can be your worst enemy if you fuck with me. And Cracked did. They broke up a family of commenters that I knew as friends, that did nothing more than ask what happened when a writer we all used to respect turned bitter and attacked us. And his BFF, Jason Pargin, (Wong), defended him and lied about what happened. After banning us and deleting our accounts so we couldn't say differently.

So, guess what? Enough is finally enough. Major websites have been contacted and expressed interest, (to put it mildly. The irony of a comedy website despising it's readers is lost on no one), and now Demand Media is being enlightened about the hideous mess it's backing.

The best is yet to come and fuck you if you don't like it. Because I'm doing this for my friends, no one else.

Monday, December 10, 2012

"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." H.L. Mencken
Because I feel like it, for one thing. Actually, the honest-to-God reason why is that Cracked destroyed a community of friends in an effort to defend it's resident drunk. A drunk that went too far by mocking and deriding the comedy that his own website employs, and it's readers enjoy. Hell, his own name is a pun, yet according to him, anyone that likes puns is the scum of the earth.

I could go on, but that story is covered at length here and other places. The point that shocked and devastated everyone involved is, using one excuse, (a supposed death threat on his Facebook page), his buddy, Jason Pargin, (David Wong), used a scorched-earth approach and banned/deleted hundreds of commenters that had been faithful readers for years, in some cases.

And us commenters were a family. We knew each other, we laughed, joked, made intelligent witticisms and generally just enjoyed each other's company. Thrown to the winds by a "comedy" website that tries so hard to pull off a carefree, "look at us, we're funny!" attitude that has now been shown to be a facade.

To expose the truth, that simple. To tap the internet on the shoulder and say, "Look at this clusterfuck by Cracked.com, a "yuk,yuk comedy" site". Is this worth the outrage and hurt we feel? Or, is it time to apply Head On to our sore rectums and move on?"
I could go on, but I really don't care if some of you don't "get" it.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

The Man No Man Wants To Become

He's the one sitting by himself, sipping a mixed drink. He's wearing enough cologne that you can smell it outside the bar. If you subtract 15 years from the calendar, his clothes would be in style. The bartender knows his name and his drink without him saying a word. He's leaning against the bar like he hasn't a care in the world, gray hair bobbing slightly to music that you know for a fact he doesn't like. He's casually scanning the crowd, like a drunken Terminator, searching for any woman who's just the right level of buzzed. Drunk enough that her inhibitions are thinned, but not enough to pass out or vomit. He's hunting, and his eyes are on the girls your age. And it is creepy as hell.